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the fea? In vain would it call upon the heavens to diftil a necessary humidity. Those floating watering pots, the clouds, would soon be ex. haufted if not supplied from this great reservoir. It is true, it is God that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them forth upon the face of the earth. Under the direction of his providence and according to the laws of nature, the sunbeams attract, and the ocean readily yields from its stores : the watery exhalations are rarefied into innumerable fine bubbles, specifically lighter than the air, and by this means they naturally ascend with ease, leaving their falts behind them. The clouds are formed, wafted abroad, distilled gently in insensible dews, or poured forth in plentiful showers. Thus also fountains are formed, break forth into streams, and are swelled into rivers, till at length they fall into the ocean again, and make a grateful return of benefits received. - May this be an emblem of myself, and all around me! O thou uncreated ocean of all being and blessedness, it is from thy overflowing fulness, that I receive all my fupplies! I am protected, cloathed, and fed from thy free and rich bounty: within thy all-circling arms I live and move: constantly art thou giving forth and I am receiving : may. I learn from the stream of every brook I pafs by, to turn my thoughts, to direct my motions towards thee, and carry my tribute of homage


thither, whence I derive my all! May I practise benevolence to all around me: let my waters refresh the weary ; support the fainting; heal the wounded ; and give a verdure and fruitfulness to the barren soul! let me, like the flowing brook, take a transient gentle salute of the flowry banks as I pass; but never, oh never let this soul, which thou hast created for thyself, O Father of Spirits, think itself at rest, till it finds itself in thy bosom


“ Still pressing to my wish'd abode, .

Nor fix'd, till at my centre-God.”

It is very remarkable, that this immense world of salt water, which is not only nauseous beyond expression to the human taste, but void of the power of refreshing our thirst, should be the grand cistern, and source of all the fresh and enlivening streams, which Aow through the earth. It is much to be questioned, (after all the efforts of human art, and all the declarations which have been made) whether the united. endeavours of mankind could produce a cup of water, perfectly sweet from the falt streams of the ocean. Yet what inexhaustible quantities are daily drawn froin thence, wholly sweetened and perfectly refined from every disagreeable and brackish taste, by the action of the solar heat, and delivered to the safe conveyance of the


clouds; which administer them, in wise proportion to the supply of every want; which distif them in dews, or fertilizing rains ; enriching the rills, and enlarging the overflowing streams; giving life and verdure to the earth ; and affording all those innumerable commodities, which mankind enjoys from that liquid element : of which the famous Pindar said so long since apie son der ud we « Nothing is comparable to water.

" How amiable is the goodness, and how a-, mazing the power of the world's adorable Maker ! — How amiable his goodness in distributing fo largely, what is so absolutely necessary, and so extensively beneficial ! That water, without which we can scarce perform any business, or enjoy any comfort, should be every one's property; should stream by our houses; should start up from the soil; should drop down from the clouds ; should take a journey from the ends of the earth, and the extremities of the ocean on purpose to serve us !-How amazing his powerThat this boundless mass of fluid falt, so intolerably nauseous to the human taste, should be the original spring, which deals out every palatable draught to mankind, and quenches the thirst of every animal! which supplies the country with its fertility, and the parterre with its beauty! Doubtless the power, by whom this is effected, can extract comfort from our affic

tions, advantage from our calamities, and make all things work together for our good.”

But see from every clime, and from every land, the rivers are all hastening in the same course, and with perpetual lapse rolling their filver currents to the main. If from thence they receive, thither they return their waters : All flow into the ocean ; and there is a reciprocation of favours :-a speculation, which indeed might be carried through nature, in which, properly speaking, nothing perishes, but by a constant rotation all things are circulating, and mutually supplying each the other. A fine lesson to us, elegantly and forcibly teaching us the pleas fing duties of mutual good will ; as well as the necessity of all proper returns of gratitude and obedience to him, from whom, the great ocean of all blessings, all good things are derived, and to whom, as the Lord of eternity, all our stream's are tending, and must flow. But of the ocean as the emblem of eternity, we may speak hereafter.

At present it may be necessary to observe, that the ocean hath been supposed to be the parent of fountains, and in consequence of rivers, not only by means of the clouds, which convey the liquid element, in abundante, to the tops of mountains, ever cloathed in fogs and mists, but also, as directing its waters, percoJated through the earth, to the hills and rocks, whence the fountains spring; and thus supply


ing them with moisture, sweetened in its passage through the bowels of the earth, which they repay in rivers and streams that Aow upon and beautify the external furface of the earth. This latter opinion our moral and philofophical poet Thomson, has endeavoured to confute, as well as to establish the more received notion - we shall give his excellent lines, which will preclude any further remarks of our own at present, as they will take up the room affigned us.

Some fages say that where the numerous wave
For ever lashes the resounding shore,
Drill'd through the sandy ftratum, every way,
The waters with the sandy Atrałum rise :
Amidst whose angles infinitely strain'd,
They joyful leave their jaggy salts behind,
And clear and sweeten as they soak along,
Nor stops the restless Auid, mounting stilt,
Tho' oft amid th' irriguous vale it fprings ;
But to the mountain courted by the sand
That leads it darkling on in faithful maze,
Far from the parent main, it boils again
Fresh into day; and all the glittering hill
Is bright with spouting rills.But hence this

Amufive dream! Why should the waters love
To take fo far a journey to the hills,
When the sweet vallies offer to their toil
Inviting quiet, and a nearer bed ?
Or, if by blind ambition led astray,


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